no longer can i believe
that God is even a possibilityi will not allow this to become a part of me
for if he were truly to prance upon grave stones
if Jesus is to rise againwhy is there all of this suffering?
my many questions go unanswered as
bodies: laden heavily with agony and grief
collapse
into heaps of jagged icefor they are stuck within a standstill
unaware and incapeable are they of beingsucked into a whirlpool
for this being we depend on
one unwilling to show his facemaybe he is ashamed
not all powerful is he
and that he cannot seem to handletraipsing amongst these
crippled vessels
that he is the damned creator of
so he will stay hidden
he has already fledbut because of his curse
his damnation
is he but another human?the mentality of safety by keeping to oneself
the fear of vulnerability and losing belief
the being left alone in solitude with ones own thoughtsGod: but a damned creature creating more just as damned as himself
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